I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love You know it is twelve o'clock in Soho, baby It's gin o'clock where I wake up, I don't

As soon as I get my gun (Don't even have a gun) (Don't even have a gun!) But we want someone like you. We could get somebody else, Then let's go Can I bleed enough to fill up what the engine takes? I don't know They're teaching me to kill